Where do the lights lead you?
Follow them and you shall see.
The hallway is long and dark.
Closed doors line the walls on either side.
Should we open one?
Let’s try this one.
There are steps leading down
to the basement.
The door slams shut.
We walk down the slippery steps.
Below, we find a pool of water.
Huge cages are falling from above.
They have sharp and pointy edges
that are trying to trap us.
They almost caught one of us.
Now circular saws are descending,
lined up in straight rows.
What do we do now?
This has been one of the many adventures
from the book, The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME — DAY 78
Sheriff Sam had his hands full that morning. Not only did Shana want to go to End House, but also Mike and David, who both refused to leave Carl’s side. Earlier that morning he had called for reinforcements to help with their search for Louise. Police of neighboring towns and state troopers were busy scouring the beach and park for any sign of her. He hoped to find her alive and well—and not just her lifeless body, like the others that had been found on the beach.
Deputy Carl was busy loading Mike and David into his car with a very exasperated look on his face. Sam couldn’t understand why Carl always acted irritated whenever he was asked to do his job. It was time to replace his indignant deputy with newer and fresher talent.
He said to Shana, “You’re coming with me, but don’t wander off by yourself in the house. I know how independent you can be.”
“You don’t know me well enough to predict any of my actions!” Her face turned a bright crimson red. He enjoyed pushing her buttons to test her reactions; and again, she didn’t disappoint him.
“That could be very easily arranged.” Sam walked to his car. He knew that in time Shana would be all his; he just had to be patient a little while longer.
It embodies strength and resistance.
It will continue on despite what
humanity does to it.
All readers must remember that this murder mystery takes place in a seaside village in Florida.
I was looking through pictures online to find one
that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.
Look what I found!
An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.
A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.
Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.
A circus can also be scary.
There are clowns and men throwing knives.
My mind has drifted to the creepy again.
I guess that’s why my book contains a scene
in a circus, where someone is being chased by
clowns and knife-throwers.
The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually
running for her life through a maze of mirrors.
You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.
A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my
dark thoughts will always lead me there.
This is also a sign of an over-active mind.
Instead of watching the water, the viewer
is imagining a sequence of boxes.
I would imagine something more in the area
of palm trees or dolphins.
To each his own imagination.
This would be a great place to think
and write stories.
I need a place like this.
I’ll just have to make one up in my mind.
Some days my mind feels like this picture.
I look at something simple like a small island,
and my mind conjures up a complicated story.
Instead of a simple island, I end up with a road leading
from a brightly lit house surrounded by fancy gardens.
This road then flows into a river on a bed of rocks.
It can be fun to have an over-active imagination,
especially when I have a place to post my thoughts.